TINI SUKETI
55. The day Tini

If asked when the happiest time in Tini's life was in the boarding house, maybe he would say that night is the time to be happy.

Just that time a handsome man who fulfilled his specifications came to visit his magical costs. He also met some magical friends.

Wibisono who was thought to be stopping by for a while, turned out to be at home in the boarding chicken coop. Tini was not bothered by the presence of the man. He was just a little worried that the longer Wibisono was there, their real lives would be revealed.

After all, Tini pity to see Mak Robin who must withstand the ritual of trapping Robin. The woman could repeatedly only glare at her son. Robin also seemed to know that his position was above the clouds because they had guests.

Mak Robin looks depressed because he often tightens his teeth while saying, “Don't do it* you! I'll turn your thighs over later!” Robin laughed and continued his freedom of expression.

(*Pray \= plugs)

Boy has contributed more than three songs. Asti and Bayu have gone to the intersection to buy fried foods and come back again to add their snacks. Tini was getting tired of putting on a feminine graceful fashion. So, when Wibisono said, “Tin, it's really bad it turns out. No feeling, yes, sitting here for a long time. I'm back at the hotel first.” Everyone who was there instantly stood up from his chair. Wibisono got a little jumped.

“Oh, yes. It does not feel bad. Yes, if you want to go back to the hotel. Over time also danger,” said Tini giggled.

“Excuse me first, everyone. Drop by next time, still okay, right?” ask Wibisono while laughing.

As they all nodded and said, “Boleh—by.”

“I'll drive forward, yes, Mas.” Tini walked into the courtyard.

“Don't—don. I'm alone. In front of many base objects. You reverse it alone can be tempted,” said Wibisono laughed softly.

“Oh,” said Tini shut her mouth gasped. If Wibisono found out that the base motorcycle taxi no one else dared to say anything to him, what would the man respond?

After waving his hands for a while, Wibisono disappeared behind the wall of the boarding fence. Everyone who had been standing, immediately threw themselves back into their seats. They all simultaneously let out a long sigh of relief.

“Kok, seriously I think that Wibisono, Tin?” ask Mama Robin.

“Not now do I have to choose a serious man, Mak? I'm tired of having a relationship that I'm joking about. Besides I'm with Wibisono, there's nothing to do, anyway. He shot me, yeah, I got it. If not, yes, hopefully he shot.” Tini laughed out loud.

“You were pretentious too in front of him. So yourself, do it. Why are you stiff-necked times?” sergeant Mak Robin.

“Yes, I want to be myself. But, right, it is impossible to open everything in front of Wibisono. Like you're taking a baby shower, Mom. It is not possible to be doused in cold water. Your son could die. Use warm water first, slowly. You sometimes only win in white hair,” Tini's scolding on Mak Robin.

“Ah, pande muzzle times you say.” Mak Robin kicked Tini's chair in front of him.

“My mouth is not just talking pinternya. Others also pinter,” reply Tini.

“Flat, yes, Ma'am …. Guts that,” said Asti suddenly.

“Which wood?” tanya Tini was a little surprised because Asti could say that.

“Mas Bayu just got home. Keep chatting until there is a saying no denger,” said Asti.

“Pantes can say that,” said Tini. “Flat, As. But not yet my girlfriend,” continued Tini.

“Robiii! Into you! He went home his guest. Ready for your holiday!” mak Robin's screams at his son.

Hearing that, Robin who had been squatting under a guava tree, immediately ran to the room.

“Change your clothes first! Wash your face, wash your feet first!” The scream then followed from Mak Robin's mouth.

“Whispering, yes!” exciting Tini.

“Kalo can be the same Mas Wibi, Mbak.” Asti massages Tini's shoulder.

“I can-can aja, As. He can or cannot, I don't know. Especially according to my branch, the Wibisono relay stick seems long.” Tini sniggered shut her mouth.

“Ih, what, the hell …. Tini's mom is all the end there. Don't talk like that, Ma'am. Amused me,” said Dara.

Tini looked at the girl. “Boy! You kicked him out? Or me?” Tini pointed at Dara. Boy chuckled at Tini's annoyance.

“You don't have to be amused. In fact, women talk more often amusedly than men. The woman has a bigger lust. It is called hawa naafsu, not Adam naafsu. If you don't want to go, go there! Do not habitually do not like the talk of people, but even people who are told to diem. It should be you who go or close your ears.”

Dara was instantly silent. “Sorry, Ma'am Tini …. I don't mean anything. Mbak Tini don't be angry,” said Dara.

“I'm not angry with you. Make what? I told you that I'd let you not do that in front of other people. Not everyone can talk to the point like me. I'm nagging more than people. People are occupying space in my head. It's been running into trouble. Tuh, right, I want to be the same as Evi.” tuition fee Tini leaned back limply on her plastic chair.

“What's the matter again? Need more money for Evi?” ask Boy again. All those who lean there want to hear the story of Tini which is rarely known entirely.

“Iya, make green table cost,” says Tini,

“Ask help Wibi?” ruman Boy's.

“Ticking! Emoh! My father's business actually. Wibisono is not my father. He is quite my priest,” said Tini laughing.

“Halaaaah ..”

“Amin no, Boy?” tanya Tini, kick Boy's chair.

“Amin, Tin. The forced! So what do you want now?” Boy still holds his two mics, though,

“Tomorrow I want to meet Mr. Wimar. Now I want to sing first,” replied Tini. “Here's the mic, puter of the national anthem of old date.”

No need to be asked twice, Boy already understood what was meant by Tini. He took his phone and searched for a song. Soon after the music. And Boy whispered to Dara, “We used to sing this duet. This is a time song with no money. Let's remind each other.”

“Denger aja song,” sahut Boy, turn on the mic for himself.

Tini :

Without working my life is hard

I want to be rich, and live a luxurious life

A lot of my property…

Everything I want is fulfilled

Oh.. What an effort…

What dayaku…

Boy :

Don't daydream, and dream

Don't share, hawa nafsumu

Self-employed work, simple life Surely your life will be quiet, happy Oh...

Tini :

What effort... What dayaku...

′Can be a trader, I have no capital 'Can be a farmer, I have no rice fields Want to be an employee, no vacancies Could it be, I sell my limbs

Next to my eyes, or my kidneys

Oh... Who wants to buy...

My organs...

Boy :

Body member, ‘kurnia god

Don't sell, don't pawn

Self-employed work, simple living

Your life will be calm, happy

Tini :

Oh. I won't sell…

My organs…

(Don't Sell Your Kidneys - Nasida Ria)

Mak Robin shook her head when she saw Boy and Tini singing. “Indeviable drama live kelen,” said.

***

Although his assistant Pak Wimar told Tini to come at ten in the morning, but Tini had arrived at the office building at nine. He didn't want to miss a single moment. His curiosity was overflowing wanted to hear good news from Mr. Wimar.

Tini waited in the lobby of the building while watching all the employees passing by. Since then his mind was unrelenting to be amazed by the workers there who were all running in a hurry. As if everyone didn't want to lose a second.

“Mbak Tini, come, come with me to the top. Mr. Wimar is already in his room.” Reza stood up to let Tini follow him.

While walking, Tini checked her appearance at a glance. He felt pretty neat. “Pak Wimar alone, Mas?” tini asked as she and Reza walked down the aisle.

“Pak Wimar is currently together with one of the shareholders of Cahaya Mas Group. Maybe he also wants to hear something from Mbak Tini,” said Reza smiled.

Reza knocked on the door twice, then immediately pressed the handle. “Pak, Mpa Tini ..” Reza opened the door wider.

“Well, this guy has arrived. Come, let's sit here.” Mr. Wimar stood up from his seat.

Tini walked up to a set of sofas where Mr. Wimar was sitting in a single chair. As she approached the sofa, Tini turned her gaze to a man sitting across her legs elegantly. The man did not lift his face, only glancing at him with a flat face.

“Mbak Tini, introduce this—”

The man sitting across from Tini immediately extended his hand, cutting off Mr. Wimar's words. “Do not call Mas. Call Pak aja—”

To Be Continued

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